The deep night of North City is as thick as ink, revealing an indissoluble gorgeousness.
In a single-family villa in the suburbs, the light in the study is soft and dim, and you can vaguely see a large and lifelike human body oil painting hanging on the wall——
The girl in the painting lies on her side on a milky white sofa, her graceful body covered only with a thin layer of light gold satin, her long hair with slightly curled ends scattered, and her eyes are lightly closed at this time, making people cant help but breathe lightly, for fear of disturbing her light sleep.
The painting style is obviously gorgeous, but the girl looks pure. The extreme color and innocence intersect, forming a strange sense of tension, and it seems that something is missing.
Until, outside the French window with the curtains opened, the morning sun dispelled the darkness, and the sky gradually became brighter and brighter...
The girl sleeping on the sofa has the same face as the girl in the painting, her long eyelashes are trembling slightly, and slowly, she opens her eyes.
In an instant, the soul is immersed in the oil painting.
Qin Fan rubbed his cheek against the pillow subconsciously, his peach blossom eyes were shimmering, and his hazy eyes became much clearer as his eyes turned. He stood up lazily and looked around.
The study room was decorated with a cold style. There were rows of black bookcases from both walls to the ceiling. Most of the books were about finance and economics that Qin Fan could not understand. In such a cold environment, the colorful human body oil paintings hanging on the gray walls were out of place.
In the empty room, only he slept here.
Qin Fans eyes were a little dry, and he couldnt help blinking. He could still vaguely smell the light wood fragrance left in the air. It was estimated that the person had left not long ago.
"Dingling..."
The phone rang suddenly.
Qin Fan stretched out a snow-white and slender arm from the thin silk and fumbled to find the phone. The caller ID on the lit screen was - Sister Jiang.
"Hello?"
Qin Fans voice was a little hoarse after just getting up.
When her agent Jiang Rong heard her lazy tone, she imagined what she looked like at the moment.
Jiang Rong, who was always steady, was a little excited at this moment: "Just woke up? Still at the villa?"
"Hmm..." Qin Fan responded lazily with a nasal voice, casually threw the light golden silk on her body aside, walked barefoot to the sofa not far away, picked up the black mens silk robe on the armrest, casually put it on, and then left the study slowly.
Stepping on the thick carpet, she subconsciously exerted force on her toes when walking, and the blue veins at her ankles spread down, making her pair of jade feet more delicate and tender.
Before leaving, Qin Fan turned her head and took a last look at the huge human body oil painting on the wall.
After a little thought, she did not take it down.
She just tied the belt with one hand, but she didnt care that the robe was loose, so she pushed the door and left while making a phone call.
The villa was very big and there were many servants. When Qin Fan came out, the maid on the third floor hurriedly lowered her head: "Madam, good morning."
Qin Fan nodded gently: "Morning."
The maid watched the figure of the madam disappearing at the door of the master bedroom, and she could hardly take her eyes off, with envy in her eyes: the madam is indeed a fairy recognized on the Internet, her legs are so white.
Then she thought that the madam came out of the study, and the husband also came out of the study an hour ago. Did these two sleep in the study?
Wait, this ambiguous place! Did she accidentally unlock the new interest of this wealthy couple.
Qin Fan just walked into the master bedroom bathroom, and the shaky black nightgown on her shoulders could no longer hold her smooth skin, and slid down her arms to the ground.
The nightgown was like an inky lotus, blooming wantonly at the girls snow-white ankles.
Qin Fan lowered his eyes and looked at the nightgown quietly, a little dazed.
It was not until Jiang Rongs raised voice came from the other end of the phone that she was interrupted: "Ancestor, did you hear what I said?"
"No, say it again."
Qin Fan turned on the speakerphone and put the phone on the shelf on the sink so that it would not affect her washing and skin care.
Jiang Rong was speechless: "..."
After a long time, she had said so much, but this ancestor didnt hear it!
Jiang Rong took a deep breath and thought that Qin Fan was an artist she had finally managed to get -
When Jiang Rong first watched Qin Fans classical dance performance, she felt that she was more suitable for filming. From her appearance to her temperament, she was impeccable. When she was still, she was beautiful and non-aggressive, but once she appeared in front of the camera, she seemed to be injected with vitality, stunning and eye-catching.
Qin Fan was born for the big screen.
Therefore, when she announced her retirement from the dance circle, Jiang Rong immediately signed her as an actor.
Therefore, Jiang Rong was very patient with Qin Fan and repeated:
"I said, the role that Director Feng originally had for you was snatched away again. A first-line actress is willing to reduce her salary to play the role."
"First-line actress, who?" Qin Fan frowned slightly. If she remembered correctly, this role was just the third female role. Which first-line actress was so bored as to snatch the role from a third-line actress like her.
"Xu Miaoyuan." Jiang Rong couldnt help but sigh, "I calculated that in the past three months, you have been snatched away from roles five times, two endorsements, and a variety show, all of which were originally negotiated!"
As a senior agent, Jiang Rong planned Qin Fans career very perfectly. In the past two years, she let her start with eye-catching small roles, and then step by step to more important roles. However, she didnt expect that several important auditions in recent times were snatched away one after another.
Every time, the people who intercepted Qin Fans resources were all female stars with higher status than her in the circle. It was impossible to snatch them back.
But they didnt know who they had offended, and they were doing this to Qin Fan behind her back.
Xu Miaoyuan?
Qin Fan thought about it and it seemed that she had never had any intersection with this person, so she was also instructed by someone?
Jiang Rong said again: "The person who can drive Xu Miaoyuan to snatch the role must have a deep background. No wonder we cant find it."
But they cant find it, but someone can.
Qin Fan looked at her cheeks with water drops reflected in the mirror, her eyelashes drooped, and slowly pulled out a face towel to wipe it clean.
Qingqing said lightly: "I know, lets talk about it when we meet."
"Okay, Ill pick you up for styling later. The company has received an invitation to a private business dinner. Several big directors are also present tonight. There will always be a director who can recognize the talent!"
Jiang Rong didnt believe that the entire entertainment industry could be controlled by the person who messed with Qin Fan!
After hanging up the phone, Qin Fan threw the wet face towel into the automatic trash can.
She pursed her lips tightly, her dark eyes were deep, and under the bright white light of the bathroom, her delicate profile seemed to be coated with a thin layer of cold light.
…
In the afternoon, at the appointed time, Qin Fan looked at the white nanny car parked at the door of the villa and walked over slowly in high heels.
The car door opened automatically, and Jiang Rong, who was sitting inside, came into view.
Qin Fan bent down to get in the car and greeted: "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Rong was holding a tablet to look at her recent schedule. During this period, Qin Fans schedule was very few. If it continued like this, it would be no different from being banned.
"Im coming."
Jiang Rong responded, and when she tilted her head, she accidentally glanced at the back of Qin Fans neck, and her eyes suddenly stopped-
Because she had to do her styling later, Qin Fan only wore a simple gray-blue shirt dress, and her long black hair was tied into a loose bun. At this time, she lowered her head to fasten her seat belt. The thin and delicate shoulder and neck lines were perfectly curved, but the intersection of the snow-white back of the neck and the collar revealed a red mark as if someone had kissed hard, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Tsk tsk tsk, your sex life with Mr. Xie last night was too intense."
Qin Fan heard Jiang Rongs sigh, his fingertips paused, his eyebrows and eyes sank into the car seat with fatigue, and the tail of his eyes slightly raised: "Envy?"
"Come on, I dare not." Jiang Rong waved her hands when she thought of the one in Qin Fans family. Ordinary people cant afford it!
Only Qin Fan, this little goblin, can afford it.
Seeing Qin Fan laughing, Jiang Rong put down the tablet and asked seriously: "So its done? Did Mr. Xie agree to help check the background of the man who was messing with you?"
In order to ask Mr. Xie for help, Jiang Rong specially found an internationally renowned female painter to customize Qin Fans body oil painting, so that Qin Fan could coax her cheap business marriage husband and help her check people.
Thinking of Qin Fans hoarse voice in the morning and the kiss marks she just saw, Jiang Rong felt that it was stable!
Even if Mr. Xies relationship with her little ancestor was a little plastic, they have been married for many years, but except for the relationship in bed, they dont look like a proper couple at all.
——But, you cant just get it for free without doing any work, right?
Qin Fan didnt answer. Instead, she complained that the air conditioner in the car was too high, so she lifted a blanket and covered herself with it, and said nonchalantly, "Its almost done."
Hearing her perfunctory tone, Jiang Rong was a little worried:
"Really?"
Jiang Rong hesitated for a moment, and then said: "After all, Mr. Xie is rumored to be the most sexually cold god in the business world. If it doesnt work, we can think of other ways."
Its just that not knowing who the enemy is always makes people feel creepy as if they are being secretly watched by a poisonous snake.
Qin Fan raised her eyelashes, and her peach blossom eyes were bright and charming with an unconscious charm: "Tsk..."
Did Sister Jiang underestimate her charm or overestimate Xie Yanlis self-control.
"Also, Sister Jiang, what kind of middle school adjective is this..." If she remembered correctly, her own agent seemed to be a top student in the Chinese department.
"Whats so naive about that? Didnt you watch your husbands recent interview? This description is the most popular among netizens. Its really popular!"
Jiang Rong said, and found the report on the tablet. She pointed at the screen with her fingertips to signal her: "Take a look."
Qin Fans eyes fell on the interview video that Jiang Rong had clicked on -
In the video, the man was dressed in a noble high-end suit, sitting calmly on a black leather sofa to be interviewed. His eyebrows were clear and handsome, making people unforgettable.
The most eye-catching thing was the black Buddhist beads engraved with scriptures on his right hand. The Buddhist beads were not worn on his wrist, but casually fell on his long fingers with cold white skin. The joints were clear and powerful, perfect like a work of art, and naturally suitable for collection.
Qin Fan was sure that this was indeed her cheap husband.
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"Very interesting."
Qin Fans red lips slowly raised up an arc, and she took a screenshot and sent it to her mobile phone, then clicked Save.
Seeing her series of actions, Jiang Rong was going to tease her, but the nanny car had already stopped at the door of the styling studio.
Jiang Rong looked at the time, and there was no time to joke. She hurriedly pressed the car door and urged: "Get out of the car quickly, its too late, we have to go early."
Qin Fan put away the phone: "Dont worry, its still in time."
Jiang Rong saw Qin Fans calm appearance, and she didnt know whether to be happy or sad.
Its a good thing that she has such a stable mentality, but its too stable! !
...
In the midsummer of North City, at six oclock in the evening, the sky was just beginning to dim.
The white nanny car stopped at the door of Xinghe Luqi Hotel on time.
Qin Fan, under the guidance of the waiter, successfully entered the private banquet room on the twelfth floor with the invitation letter.
The banquet hall is decorated in an antique style, which is the style that rich people would like.
Although it seems low-key, the layout is luxurious everywhere, showing the extraordinary status of the guests who can come to this floor.
Two carved sandalwood screens are used to separate the two spaces. The outer side is the self-service social area, and the inner side is the banquet area. Those who are qualified to enter the banquet in the inner side are all distinguished guests.
Some people get the invitation letter and also She is not qualified to be seated.
Jiang Rong was very self-aware and did not plan to bring Qin Fan to the table.
Fortunately, as soon as she entered the door, she saw the internationally renowned director Song Lin sitting not far away, and hurriedly took Qin Fan to greet him.
Now Qin Fan has no shortage of acting skills and experience, but she lacks a good role to let her appear in front of the audience.
Jiang Rong remembered that Director Song was also planning to shoot a big IP movie recently, so it would be good to get an audition opportunity.
Song Lin did not speak, but Yu Zhousheng, the real estate boss sitting next to him, looked at Qin Fans face, which was still one of the best even in the entertainment industry full of beauties, and said in a warm tone: "I have admired Miss Qins classical dance. I wonder if I have the honor to invite Miss Qin to dance privately."
"Of course, its not in vain. After all, I plan to invest in Director Songs new play."
Song Lin did not say anything. Whether Qin Fan agreed or not had nothing to do with him.
After all, this kind of thing is consensual.
As a person in the industry, Jiang Rong could not help but hear the hint from General Yu. Her face changed and she looked at Qin Fan.
She was afraid that this little ancestor had a bad temper and forgot that this was a place where he could not act rashly.
Seeing Qin Fans face was not right, Jiang Rong lowered her voice and reminded her in her ear: "Calm down, dont get angry, dont offend him, treat him as a wild mange, how can people care about animals!"
Seeing Sister Jiang winking at her frantically, Qin Fan swallowed the sarcasm that was about to come out of her mouth, and then, with her eyelashes slightly raised, she looked at General Yu with a smile: "Its a coincidence, I twisted my ankle."
Sister Jiang almost fainted on the spot to show her -
Ancestor, cant you find a more thoughtful excuse! Who would believe that she twisted her foot when you are wearing a pair of high heels over ten centimeters high?
Song Lin, who was watching nearby, couldnt help but laugh.
President Yu also noticed Qin Fans ankles firmly on the high heels, and immediately felt insulted.
Thinking of Song Lins laughter, he lost face and vented his anger on Qin Fan: "Where are the security guards? Drive them away. Dont you see what kind of woman is qualified to come in?"
The noise was too loud, and everyone in the hall looked over.
Discussed——
"Is this Qin Fan?"
"If she was driven away on the spot, I would be embarrassed for her."
"Qin Fan has been getting worse day by day since she retired from the classical dance world. If she is driven away today, she will really become a laughing stock in the entertainment industry."
"..."
Qin Fans eyes turned cold. She had never endured grievances since she was a child.
A beautiful woman is also beautiful when angry. Yu Zhousheng looked at Qin Fans face under the light, which could not hide her bright and beautiful face, and felt that he could give her another chance.
He coughed and pretended to be generous: "Its not too late for you to regret now."
Qin Fan looked at the untouched glass of wine on the coffee table,
Just as she was about to raise her hand——
Unexpectedly, a young elite man in a suit and tie came out from behind the screen: "Ms. Qin, our President Xie invites you to the table."
President Xie?
! !
The guests on the outside were stunned to see Secretary Wen, who was always with President Xie during work hours, walking respectfully towards Qin Fan.
Not to mention them, even Jiang Rong was shocked.
What kind of fate is this, President Xie is here too!
Jiang Rong pushed Qin Fans arm and whispered to her, "Only your plastic husband can save you, why dont you go!"
Secretary Wen knew Qin Fans identity and glanced at the dazed President Yu: "Ms. Qin, do you need the security guard to ask President Yu to leave?"
Asking to leave is equivalent to driving away.
Who present didnt know what this meant.
Qin Fan was calm. She thought it was better to use her cheap husbands people. She nodded calmly: "Okay."
There was a complete silence all around.
Even the arrogant President Yu did not dare to refute.
After all, Secretary Wens meaning was equivalent to President Xies. Would he dare to refute President Xies meaning, unless he wanted to go bankrupt?
Qin Fan held up her skirt and followed Secretary Wen into the back of the screen gracefully.
At this time, the few dozen seats on the wine table were almost full. At a glance, they were all well-known wealthy tycoons in the business world. There was only one empty seat next to the main seat.
When Qin Fan swept across the main seat, her sight stopped——
She rarely saw Xie Yanli wearing a black shirt, which made his originally elegant and picturesque face look extremely beautiful, until the man put down his wine glass and looked up at her.
Her eyes were cold and indifferent, without any sadness or joy, like an emotionless ice sculpture. In an instant, all her beauty disappeared and turned into frost.
Qin Fan subconsciously exerted force on her fingertips that were holding up her skirt, but before she could speak.
Then she saw the man bend his slender finger bones, knock on the empty table on his right, and call her name in a cold voice: "Qin Fan."
"Come here."